My Dad's Friend: 61

JARVIS POINT OF VIEW

The two days, I landed in Canada, Toronto. With a bag hanging on my shoulder, my head hidden beneath and my hands tucked into the pockets of my sweater, I walked out from the airport and got a cap, instantly giving him my address and he drove off while I was trying so hard not to panic.

This was not how I expected to visit Tristan home, this couldn’t even be considered a visit.

The car moved for an hour or so before it stopped in front of a hospital parking lot and I got out and just stared at the entrance and seconds later, I decided to see for myself. I asked the lady at the desk for directions before heading towards room 105, checking the numbers written at the top of the doors till I finally came to a stop in front of room 105. My heart nearly flee out from my chest